I cannot make myself like The Good Place. Every moment of it irritates me until I have to storm from the room, while the mister finishes the episode. Lol, during The Good Place, I’m in hell with them. 

I call him “anus mouth.”

I did this too. Suddenly, as a thin person, I was winning coveted awards! People put my picture in magazines. People listed to me! Then I gained the weight back, and I got fired—more than once! No one wants to listen to a  big old fatty with an opinion. In my office now, I’m invisible, unless I speak, which appears to…

I read this article. Starred a couple comments. Clicked to close.

Lol, is that a real human?! All I see is the face dent in his gooney chin. Also, semi-related, Justin BeeIBer and the askew Baldwin make me feel as though I’m lost and wandering in the uncanny valley.

I blame fat Monica for this. 

I sense this may actually be true—in reality, like, *in the real world*—and it makes me too sad to continue reading comments. 

Yes. It’s just luck. There is no meritocracy. Just luck! Also nepotism.

Aries here. I was hoping for a few Pygmy goat-ful insights, maybe a bit of gossip about some randy rams in Europe. Meanwhile, gossip columnists in US are all hung up on a cloven-hooved horde of PR representatives. 

In order:

I don’t appreciate this article’s pre-programmed results. I’m just looking for 100% cotton sheets that last more than five years. I’ve inherited 1980s sheets that are still smooth, straight cotton—after 40 fucking years—and I’ve bought “fancy” cotton sheet sets that pilled after three days post wash. I’ve also bought…

I don’t appreciate this article’s pre-programmed results. I’m just looking for 100% cotton sheets that last more…

Lol, I’m always saying the same thing about the whole of humanity. More often than not, we disappoint. We are a failed experiment.

I think the issue is that it’s not blonde. I think blonde? I think gold! I think bright! This is the same dirty-dishwater, mouse-brown blonde my hair is. My hair is “uncanny grease puddle in sunlight” blonde. It’s “mouldy gold-toe brand sweat socks washed in hard water” blonde. Hey, wait a minute! Lucy Liu is…

No, thank you!

I know. I know all of this. But I made a choice. I voted for her in the 2008 primaries, but I didn’t vote for her in 2016. Everyone can yell at me all day about Bernie Bros (please don’t), but I voted Green Party because I don’t want to abandon my ideals at the ballot box. My ideals are where I get to make a stand.

I like the idea of it, but I live in PA, which went orange in 2016. It’s actually really, really scary here. So often, you think you’re speaking to a rational human person, but then politics come up and you’re back in that waking nightmare.

Yes. Was had a kitty who would get lost *in the house.* He would just wander and cry and cry (and not be able to find the litter box; we started placing them in additional areas to help him, unsuccessfully). Poor little guy.

Good god!

I choose not to have children, for this very reason. I struggle to make the smallest imprint possible, but there are other greater groups of people (including Americans, as I am myself) who live only to burn, to raize, to rape, and to set asunder for the purposes of conquest. Entire communities. Entire governments.…

A season 2 “inelegance” is how I feel about Fargo—with the exception of Kirsten Dunst, of course. All I wanted more Jean Smart! Other than those two women, there is not a single character in season two that I enjoyed or can bother to recall.